Friday, July 30, 2010

Sunday School Happenings...

In my Sunday school class, we are studying from Nancy Leigh DeMoss's Lies Women Believe and the Truth That Sets Them Free. It has been an awesome class and we are getting to the marriage part- which I am very excited about.
But, the other day in class, a woman who sometimes adds to our class, spoke and gave a little of her testimony.
We were studying Matthew 6:25-34.
She told us in her beautiful island (Jamaica, perhaps?)accent, how the Lord has taken care of her.

"Ladies", she said, "when my husband left me with 2 small boys, I called my mother and cried out why?- we are so poor- we have nothing? How could this happen to me?- what will I do- to which my mother replied- he takes care of the birds- why not you?"

She went on as we sat at the edge of our seats, knowing something good was coming, "I was home with my boys with no money and no food- we had nothing- everyone was hungry and I had nothing. Trusting the Lord I put water on the stove to boil. My boys questioned me- but mom, we have nothing- why are you boiling the water? The Lord will provide I told them. The water boiled for a long time and my boys started to beg me to turn it off- there was no point they said."

"And then the knock on the door. A woman with a basket full of food was standing in front of me. She had a half of a chicken and other food and in the way bottom of the basket- pork- beautiful pork. God had provided," and she smiled as she finished.

But she wasn't done.

"Ladies", she yelled this time, "Even if you husband leaves you, you are not alone, God will be there for you and provide, if you walk with Him!"

I tried to suck back the tears, but there was no room for pride on Sunday morning, during class.
I think the rest of the women felt the same.

And once again- through a wonderful testimony from a sister in Christ, I am reminded He is there.
And He doesn't want me to worry.

Matthew 6:25-34 (New International Version)

Do Not Worry
25"Therefore I tell you, do not worry about your life, what you will eat or drink; or about your body, what you will wear. Is not life more important than food, and the body more important than clothes? 26Look at the birds of the air; they do not sow or reap or store away in barns, and yet your heavenly Father feeds them. Are you not much more valuable than they? 27Who of you by worrying can add a single hour to his life[a]?
28"And why do you worry about clothes? See how the lilies of the field grow. They do not labor or spin. 29Yet I tell you that not even Solomon in all his splendor was dressed like one of these. 30If that is how God clothes the grass of the field, which is here today and tomorrow is thrown into the fire, will he not much more clothe you, O you of little faith? 31So do not worry, saying, 'What shall we eat?' or 'What shall we drink?' or 'What shall we wear?' 32For the pagans run after all these things, and your heavenly Father knows that you need them. 33But seek first his kingdom and his righteousness, and all these things will be given to you as well. 34Therefore do not worry about tomorrow, for tomorrow will worry about itself. Each day has enough trouble of its own.

Incidentally, Theresa at Being Refined As Silver, is studying the same book and writes a great segment called "Truth for Thursday"- go and check it out.

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Thursday, July 29, 2010

Happy Birthday to MEeeeeee! and our GIVEAWAY WINNER!

I had a great birthday earlier this week! My hubby bought an ice cream cake from carvel.

It came with an extra container of crunchies which the kids loved!

My best friend left my favorites on my doorstep for a special surprise!

I got beautiful cards from my friends, husband and family. My parents and my grandparents had money in them! Yay!
What to spend it on? Bills, groceries or clothes?

My girlfriend spoiled me and bought me these white chocolate beauties!

I got the necklace I ordered for my birthday from my husband. I love it and wear it everyday and will show a pic soon. But I have to show you the goodies from my kids. The younger ones were left to their own devices with Big sis away at camp. So, I received:

A cross necklace that we got for free at a yard sale 3 years ago and I let my youngest daughter keep in a little blue box she found in her closet.

The bottom of a heart shaped container I gave to my son with a polished rock and some pennies he pulled from his piggie bank.

and let's not forget the paper Christmas tree on the tartan plaid ribbon that my daughter made in church last December.

Were these presents made in haste?
You betcha.
But I am loved and it was a great day!

Oh, yeah and the chance to remind my kids over and over that it is mom's birthday and they need to be good- Priceless!!!

And the winner for The Vintage Pearl Giveaway is:

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Theresa said...
Love the dainty pearl earrings!
Thanks for the link up :)
I agree with you about the dressing of our young girls. I just posted about it on my "Truth for Thursday" post.

July 20, 2010 3:51 PM

Congratulations Theresa! I will be giving The Vintage Pearl your email address so she can send you your gift certificate!

P.S.- Still working on the random. org thing guys. The number it picked was def. 6- just couldn't get the picture up!

Smart and Trendy Moms

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Wednesday, July 28, 2010

Beach Day!

I love the beach...

I love the sand and the water and the way the sun beats down like nowhere else.
I love how wrapped up the kids get in playing.
And I don't even mind that I have to spend almost a day cleaning the sand out of the house, not to mention the van.
Tell me somewhere down the line, they will remember. Remember mom taking them all and the fun they had and maybe just a smidgen of the packing, the sandwich making, the snack buying, the walking, the giving baths and the vacuuming long after they have gone to bed.

I don't think I could ever forget these days even with the work that goes into them and I hope when I look back, somehow, I will have been the parent I wanted to be.

Don't forget to enter the vintage pearl giveaway! It ends tomorrow night!

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Monday, July 26, 2010

Off 2 Camp

Well, we sent the oldest off to kids bible camp this morning....
I am not the sappy type, so while a lot of mamas were crying I was just waving goodbye. I know she will have a great time and I am happy for her.
When anyone would ask her what she was doing this summer, her reply was always, "I'm going to camp".
Should I take offense to that? Is it so bad to be here?
I won't though. She likes it here- she is just excited to be with her friends.
I'm okay with that.
But some other people having been saying to me, "what will you do without your oldest to help with the others?"
At first, I laugh and say "yeah, my nanny is going on vacation", but then a little voice in my head says, "they don't think I can handle my own kids."

I can write a whole other post on taking the bait and being offended for nothing.

But it causes me to think do I have my oldest do too much?

I was the oldest, my mother was the oldest- we turned out good (great if you really want to know the truth ;) )- we are responsible and caring and love being moms.

So, then I thought maybe it is not the oldest I should worry about, but the middles, who seem to have less of a burden since the oldest picks up the slack.
Maybe if they were pulling their own weight (talking about household chores and their rooms- not pulling oxen), I wouldn't feel as if the oldest was doing too much.

So today, I want to open the conversation to anyone with more than one kid, how do you feel about your birth order and what goes along with being the oldest, the middle or the youngest?
I would like to know...

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i am that mom!!!!

First, sorry for any crazy stuff that has been going on with my blog.
I lost my blog background and had to pick up another one. I am waiting for my blog to be re-designed. I think it will be ok until then.

So, I realized a couple of things this past week.
I am that mom....
I realized this yesterday when I was food shopping on 7:30pm at night with all the kids and a lady was starring at my son in the shopping cart (at least he was in one) and she wasn't looking at him cause he's cute--
In his little clutched fist he had a bunch of sale signs that he pulled of the shelf.
I do not like when kids do that.
I would always think, why is that mom letting him do that?
Now that is me.

My kids have been pulling and pushing in clothing stores. The other day I was so tired of it, that I said just above a whisper, "Children- let's remember to be nice to one another and show each other how much we love each other and speak quietly to each other.- Mama's so proud of her little angels".
I even said it without being sarcastic!

A lady looked at me and asked, "Does that really work?"

I said, "No, I just didn't feel like yelling anymore".

We both laughed and actually the kids settled down a little.

I am the mom who has been wearing weird clothes without doing my hair or make-up and running errands.
You know the type- you see her at the store and say to yourself, "I bet she was pretty and then let herself go- how sad!"

Yep, that's me lately.

Since playing softball I have been buying gum for my games, which turns into the kids asking me for gum. I have been giving it to them!
OK- not the littlest- I haven't reached that point yet.
But I just never saw the point of giving gum to little kids- my eldest didn't have gum till she was 6.
What happened to me?

I am starting to realize I am that mom.
The mom that when I only had one, thought parents of many were too lenient or just didn't care for their kids the way I cared for my daughter, but now realized you gotta calm down after awhile.
But I know those new moms are looking at me and thinking, "What is she doing?"

"Does she realize her son is ripping the sale tags off of the shelf?"

I'm ok with it for the most part, but...

If you see me in a store with stir-up pants and a banana clip, please help me...

No offense, if you are wearing stir-up pants and a banana clip as you read this, of course!

Hope your Monday is great!

Just realized this would of made a great not-me- monday post- ha ha - maybe next week.

Oh yeah- so thrilled about the followers- let's see how many days it takes me to get to 200!!!

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Thursday, July 22, 2010

School Daze

Since my mom gave the kids walmart giftcards for school supplies (thanks Mom!), we headed over to Walmart yesterday to spend them!
I was getting antsy since thegapgirl told us that she picked up those 25 cent crayola 24 pks I love so much!!!! I was wondering if they had the sale early or if it was gonna be all summer.
So, in a trip I thought would take an hour and turned into 3, we got everything on their lists.
And these are not lists from our day. Now they need tissues and anti-bacterial wipes and all other kinds of things that add up. And I like the metal thermos and insulated container. Those things are expensive, but usually last a long time as well.

The kids even got me to get the 64 count crayolas for school and the 24 pks (about 8 of them) for home. Things were cheap at walmart and they had the 25 cent crayons!!! I also grabbed my youngest pull-on pants for $5 a pair. They are not allowed to wear jeans at school and figured pull-on were alot better than a snap and zipper or worse yet a button! When a kid's gotta go, a kid's gotta go!

The kids put some stuff away and left some out. I am too lenient here I know.
But do you remember last night?
I went to check on the little guy and found him sleeping with big brother- cute, right?
But then I saw the couch.
I saw an empty brand new 64 crayola box.

Oh, no, he emptied the crayons.
But, wait that looks like more than 64 crayons!
Oh yes- he opened 8 packs of 24 count as well!!!
What to do? Wake the little cherub up? NEVER

This morning I asked him why and all he told me was, "cuz".
I made him apologize to the kids and then we sorted and sorted and filled the boxes- boxes that I put up this time. Live and Learn....

It's Friday Follow.
Follow me, comment me and I'll follow back.
Also, don't forget the great The Vintage Pearl giveaway.

Happy Friday!

Oh and please excuse my blog- it is under construction!
Smart and Trendy Moms

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Whose idea was this anyway?

This is me- want to know why????
Well, it has something to do with the blue bed below....

All 3 of our older children slept in the crib till they were over 3.
Our neighbors, who are great, had this bed that their son was done with. They offered it to us. I, not being able to physically pass up anything free, of course, said yes.
When we did switch the kids into a bed after age 3, it was always into a twin bed and with a rail that usually made them hesitant to climb out.
This is a toddler bed.
We took it in the winter and it has been sitting on its side with clothes laying all over it in our room - I won't even tell you whose clothes they were- but they weren't my husbands- lol.
So, recently the husband said let's put the little guy (who is no where near 3) into his big boy bed. I ignored this and just put it off for a long time and then Sunday night, little guy asked his Daddy for it and at 9 at night when I was dying to relax, Daddy decided to take down our old crib that was a hand-me-down from a couple whose kids are almost as old as me and has been through my 4 kids and about 5 moves.
Little guy was so excited, I couldn't help but be excited for him.
The first night was fine and the rest have just gone progressively down hill.
As a matter of fact, he was just in here and I was threatening a spanking again. It is pretty late. And last night he was sleeping next to me.
If there is one thing you could learn about me, it would be that I do not like to share space with others. I love my kids and want to hug them, but I never appreciate an elbow in my face when I wake up.
Now, my dilemma. Do I put the crib back up (and it is old) or get through this? If I opt for the latter, how long do you think it will take?
I would love to blame this on the husband, but I didn't really protest and he was so cute in his bed-the first night.
Any ideas?
I have to cut it short so I can get my kid to bed, now that it is 10:30 pm. So embarrassing- don't tell anyone, ok?

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Wednesday, July 21, 2010

Spackle Bucket Garden

Because of this guy and all his friends, we can not have a garden in our yard the way normal people do. He will eat anything and even jump fences to do so and so will his buddies.
So, this year we decided to try gardening on the deck. I bought some things and then have been working somewhat. The strawberries really need to grow along the ground, so they have basically been stunted in their tiny pot. The herbs I bought for $10 really need to be re-planted. I have not done so, therefore have received no return on that purchase and probably never will. Not to mention, I will admit, I like my herbs in the shaker jars just fine.

This is my lettuce, that I bought for $1.99. We were able to pick some off, but my daughter said it was bitter and sour. I decided to take her word on it and once again, no return there.

Now my tomato plants. We bought these at Sam's for about $10 each. They are what made us decide to try and use Spackle buckets for a garden. My neighbor gave us the idea. We have pulled about $5 worth of tomatoes off and eaten them. Though they are delicious, these trees too are not profitable.

Not to mention, one looks half dead. It has produced some tomatoes, but not nearly the same as its sibling. What do you think? Is it dead? Incidentally, the corner of the Spackle bucket has what we believe to be a lima bean plant that my daughter got from church.

I do not by any means have a green thumb, but I have to say I have enjoyed our first try at gardening. I hope we do it again for less money next year too.

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Tuesday, July 20, 2010

My 100th Post plus The Vintage Pearl Giveaway!!!

Hey Guys!

I am so excited this is my 100th post!
I was trying to think of how I wanted to celebrate and I figured I would start by telling you random things. That is pretty much how my conversations go in person, so why not here?

I had started a blog in 2007 to try and win a library gift pack for my local library and never really did anything with it.
I began reading one of my closest friend's blog to keep up with her family because I miss her so much since she left LI for down south. I decided in late 2009 that I was really gonna give it a try and blog!

I love it and still can't decide how much I want to post pics of myself or my kids, but I press on and enjoy.

I was just reading Kingdom Twindom and she said, "As a Christian parent who couldn't care less about her children accomplishing anything that doesn't further the Kingdom of God, though, it's a weekend full of hope for the next generation", while talking about a conference that she attended with her husband.
All I can say is wow. I loved it. I believe it and I think I am starting to feel the same way. It was a bold statement and something I will think about for awhile. She is right though, - What else matters?

I am very excited because Mandy is working on re-designing my blog and I can't wait to see it!
Traveling Light just redid her blog and I like it a lot.

Elsie from Little Sprout Growing gave me an award for a blog with substance. Thanks so much Elsie. I love your blog and your etsy store!

I am shocked at the clothes I see on young girls this summer! I know it was probably the same last year, but I guess as my daughters get older I am seeing more and more of things I don't want them to wear and less and less of things I approve of. How short is too short on shorts? My eldest daughter wears a lot of shorts that are bermudas which are down to the knee. One of her friends commented, "those aren't shorts - they are capris". My response- "get new friends"!

If the moms are allowing these short shorts and don't get me started on how many girls who just wore a camisole to VBS this year, where are the Dads?
Why are they not trying to cover their girls up?
Incidentally, I thought a camisole was supposed to go under something and not be worn alone.
I'm just sayin.....
Moms of boys (Stairstep Boys and Letters from La-La land- I have you in mind)- you are blessed in this area.

On a happy note, I am so excited to start seeing pics of all those blog babies about to be born. Two of my favorite reads already have 7- A Mother's Prayers and Pink Slippers-who is about to have 8.
Sounds like fun.

Speaking of fun:
The littlest just got out of the crib (pics on that later).
And we are enjoying the summer.
I know Fullhousemama's Blessings are enjoying also with their awesome news of Mama being cancer free! God is good- all the time.
I am still striving to be a better mom to my kids and help meet to my husband- summer is a good time for that because all the kids are home.
The scripture Being Refined As Silver has at the top of her blog sums it up-

"The wise woman builds her house,
But the foolish pulls it down with her hands."
Proverbs 14:1

And without further ado, the GIVEAWAY!

The Vintage Pearl- My favorite personalized silver jewelry shop has so graciously offered a giveaway for one of my readers!

A $25 gift certificate to order your own silver beauty!

Here's how to enter:

1 entry- Follow The Chatty Mommy and then go check out The Vintage Pearl and let me know your absolute favorite! (this is mandatory)

1 entry- Read another post on The Chatty Mommy and leave me a comment.

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3 entries- Put me in your sidebar.

5 entries- Blog about the contest with a link back to this post!

Leave a separate comment for this post for each entry you receive.
Comments will close at 10pmEST on July 29, 2010 when I will pick a winner using

Good Luck!

Thanks for sharing my 100th post with me!

**I have not been compensated in any way for this giveaway.**

Sorry this giveaway is open to U.S. residents only.

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Sunday, July 18, 2010

Had my Baby in the Bathroom PART 2

If you haven't read part one yet, read it here.

I knew we were going to the hospital, so I started to take off my nightgown and tried to put my tank top on. I didn't have time to put the tank on.

I was so sure if I pushed I would be ok.
I pushed once and my water broke (I had never had that with either of my first 2 pregnancies). Water was everywhere. I couldn't believe what was happening.

To keep the water to a minimum, I stayed half standing, half squatting over the toilet bowl.

I felt something weird along with all the pressure.

Slowly I reached down and felt....


"CALL 911!", I yelled to my husband.

He was calm and collected and called. He told them we were having a baby and stayed on the phone with them.

I started thinking. If my mom would come maybe we could lie me down on the floor and my husband and she could help to pull the baby out.

In the mean time, I was vaguely aware that I was still not wearing a shirt.

The pain was coming again. These thoughts happened within a matter of seconds.

The Lord spoke to me then.

I didn't hear His voice.

But I heard, "Reach down and pull the baby out hand over hand."

I did just that.
As I stood squatting, I pulled hand over hand and felt the weight of my baby.

My body was so tired, put this amazing "liquid" strength just poured through my arms and legs and allowed me to hold the baby while still standing. I knew it was supernatural and I knew it was the Lord.

My husband was right there with me and was talking with 911, saying the baby is out!
He grabbed my nice clean towel and wrapped the baby.

We both looked to the baby's nose and mouth and it seemed like hours, but probably only 8 seconds (Do I have a nasal aspirator- yeah I know I do- where is it- why am I not more organized- where are the paramedics)

and then the baby cried.

My husband looked at me with a strange look and looked at my eyes- later he told me he was scared I might pass out and wanted to make sure I was ok- he was amazed that I was.

I turned and saw my husband bending over his sneaker.
It looked as if he was taking off his sneaker.
Once again, I thought, "Why Lord?" What is he doing?

Then I heard him on the phone, getting directions on how to tie off the umbilical cord.
If we held the baby too high, the baby's blood would flow to me and if we held the baby low, blood would rush to him. Since my husband is in construction, when the dispatcher told him tie it off six inches from the baby, he knew exactly where to tie it, where I would of had to do thumb to thumb 6 times!

At the time he was tying it someone showed up at my bathroom door (mind you - I am still not wearing a shirt- think national geographic- scary)
and we thought - great paramedics!

He was young- younger than us and in a uniform with gloves on- we naturally thought he was ready to pitch in!!

He held his hands up and said "you guys are doing a great job."
We then realized he was a cop- first on the scene- he wasn't helping. But he was nice.

Next enter my mom (we live about 1 or 2 miles away- it only took her about 10 minutes to get to our house but felt like an eternity) and she hears a baby crying.

She swooped into my tiny bathroom with my husband, me and our baby.

My husband looked up at this point and said, "What is it?"

I thought I saw and told him, "It's a boy!!!", but then was so nervous it wasn't - I checked again- thank God - I was right.

For about 15 seconds my husband cried!
This might not seem that big of a deal, but when you have a husband like mine, who never cries- it was earth shattering!

At this point the paramedics rushed in and started suctioning the baby. As soon as they took him from me, all power left my arms- I was so weak.

I lay on the stretcher in my tiny living room with four unknown men moving about, happy to be helping in good circumstances. I looked over and watched as my mom held my new baby boy in her arms wrapped in mylar(helps keep the baby's heat) cooing and just smiling down at him.

My husband was on the phone with our doctor. "Dr. Mark, we had the baby in the house!"

"No way" said Dr. Mark.

"We had a boy, Dr. Mark!!", said my husband.

"Wow, you had the baby at home," said Dr. Mark.

They went to hand me the baby as we entered the ambulance- I couldn't hold him- I had no power and was exhausted. My husband sat by me and held him as we made the 15 minute drive to the closest hospital (not my hospital- not my doctor).

The paramedics asked, "What's his name?"
My husband who always names the babies said, "My wife delivered him, she can name him".

"Jack", I said. Jack.
My favorite name.

We made it to the hospital, where they helped deliver the placenta which had caused me excruciating pain the whole time after Jack was born, so that was a relief.

They weighed him- 9lbs even. They measured him and he was 21 inches long. His apgar was a 9. And I didn't need stitches. I felt great.

God is good. I prayed for a boy and a great experience and boy did He deliver.

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Tomorrow- My 100th post and a giveaway!!!!!

Saturday, July 17, 2010

So, I Had My Baby In The Bathroom

I have had 5 great pregnancies and 5 wonderful birthing stories, but one will always stick out as different, but just as special as all the others.

We had 2 girls, which I was thrilled with and never thought we would have anymore. My husband was happy and we lived in a small cottage of a house with 2 bedrooms.

Life was good or so we thought... Then in the winter I was ill. A friend suggested pregnancy. I thought no way. But as is so often the case with women who believe they are simply sick with the flu- I was pregnant. I was so happy, but in the back of my mind was thinking what will the husband say? I thought he might walk out the front door, so I braced myself.

I told him and he kind of laughed, but was fine. I told him what I thought would be his reaction and he responded, "Where would I go"? We were very excited and we decided not to find out what we were having, since we had found out with the first 2. As I was nearing the end of the pregnancy, my doctor advised that I be induced early. He said the baby was large and he didn't want to see me have a hard time delivering. He gave me some dates that were 10 days before my due date and I said no!

I figured I had already done this 2 times and knew what I was talking about. I finally agreed on 1 week before. I was a little sad, because I knew my mom was going to care for the girls and would probably not be able to hold the baby right away.

I was also praying that this baby would touch my husband's heart and draw him closer to the Lord. The day before I was to be induced I met with some of my close friends to discuss our church's Moms group. We happily discussed my upcoming birth and someone talked about home birth.

I had said -not interested! I said I had to clean my bathroom before I went in and the girls told me to let it go and then I said - no it is pretty bad. We left and I went home to clean and pack up the girls for my mom's house.

I suggested to my husband that we let the girls sleep over my mom's house that night so we wouldn't have to get up early with them and then drive them to my mother's. To which he replied... (Brace yourself- you're not gonna like it) "Why, ... what do you have to do, but lie in a bed?" All I thought was AHHHHHHHH- Why me Lord? Doesn't he know what giving birth is like?

My husband was great in the delivery room- he cut both girls' cords and was wonderful, but why oh why did he say that? Late at night, my husband was playing games on the computer while I cleaned the bathroom. It took me awhile, but finally at 11 it was done, I put a clean towel on the bar and went to bed.

My husband stayed on the computer awhile longer and he went to bed. At around 1am, I woke up with terrible pain. I thought, wow - I really have to use the bathroom. I think all women still have that fear of going to the bathroom while giving birth. So, I figured this is great. I'll go to the bathroom and all will be well for my induction. I went and the pain just kept getting worse.

Finally, after squating and walking from room to room in pain, I woke my husband, who had only been sleeping for about an hour. He pet my arm (I hate arm petting!) and told me it was only early labor and to go back to sleep. To say I was mad was an understatement. I don't remember what I said and I hope it wasn't too bad, but whatever I said got him out of the bed. He looked at me funny and said, "Let's call Dr. Mark". Well, Dr. Mark was already at the hospital which is about 40 minutes from our house. He said, "Come right away".

We called my mom (for the girls) and she said she would be right there. Then as I was still in terrible pain, my husband proceeded to pack my bags and get my pillow. The pain got so bad, but I still thought I had to go to the bathroom.  I went in to our little bathroom and told my husband, "I just need to push"! He looked at me with a strange look and just said, "DON'T"!

To read part 2, click here.

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The Latest Fad....

We saw these on a girl in church awhile back.
They are a new kind of recycled bracelet made from can tops.
Then we learned how to make them and we haven't stopped since.
We have made them for friends, made them for money, made them for yard sales...
And since Daddy wasn't drinking soda fast enough...
We bought the tabs off of ebay!
Maybe a tutorial is in order- stick around for a future post....

Got A Great Birthing Story? Hear mine and share yours on tomorrow's link-up!

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Friday, July 16, 2010

And the winner is....


July 16, 2010 8:15 PM
Carolsue said...
I posted this giveaway on my Blog #3

Congratulations Carol Sue!
Contact me and if you don't I will contact you!

Thanks to everyone for entering and for making my first giveaway a huge success!
Many more giveaways are coming up, so stay tuned.

*The number generator said #69 and then when I pressed post, it took off the number.*
But it was definitely #69.

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At the Beach/ Friday Follow

Me and the kids, my cousins and a girlfriend and her kids hit the beach yesterday. It was one of those overcast days when you think it is going to rain all day, but we forged ahead and went as promised. It turned out to be an awesome day. The kids played in the break of the waves for a long time and then focused on making a giant hole right next to the water.
We had 10 kids between the 2 of us and it was a blast! It really seems like the more kids you bring, the better it is! They all entertain each other.
Coming home and taking showers and baths are a different story. Why am I always last? And now I have to spend the day home today to clean up after yesterday.
It was worth it.
I will share more photos tomorrow- having some computer issues.

If you are from a friday follow- welcome! I will follow back as long as you are family friendly and you leave a comment letting me know you are following.

Please don't forget- The GIVEAWAY ends tonight at 10est. I will post the winner either tonight or tomorrow morning depending on how fast I figure out
Happy Friday!

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Tuesday, July 13, 2010

Missing My Babies

A lot of people ask me, "Are you done?" And yes, I think we are done. But, it is not over till it is over and we are still pretty young.
To tell the truth, I love babies, BUT I don't find myself yearning for more or even to be pregnant, another thing I love.
I just miss my babies being babies.
I love how they are now.
I love when they say something funny.
I love when they want to talk.
And I love when I see them sleeping peacefully. The whole night long.
But, I miss when they were small and tiny and fragile and sometimes I think I would do anything to go back for just one day.
So, I know you know and I know you will, but enjoy everyday, because they go so quickly.

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Monday, July 12, 2010

Easy Pleasy Homemade Mac And Cheesy- TMT Tuesday

Tempt My Tummy:

Disclaimer- This is not actually my mac and cheese, but this was the most similiar picture google images had. I made it on Saturday, but I forgot to take a pic and I thought the leftovers in the fridge were just not as appetizing.

I got this recipe from my mom and my aunt. This is a family and friend favorite and the kids love it.

1/2 stick butter
1/4 cup flour
2 cups milk
6 to 8 oz. cheddar or american cheese or mix of both.
1 box (16 oz) elbow noodles- can use any kind of noodle- shells is also nice

Take the 1/2 stick butter and melt it on low, once melted add the flour. Mix and start to raise heat. Next add milk and keep stirring. It should start to thicken up. Add cheese and keep stirring on and off. It will all thicken as it sits and as you mix.
Make noodles according to package and add them to the cheese mixture.
Stir and serve- great with a touch of garlic salt.

1. Bake at 350 for 15 minutes to give it a crunchier top.
2. Mix melted butter and bread crumbs and make a kind of topping to put on before baking.
3. Do the top 2 things and also put slices of tomatoes on before baking.
Hope you enjoy this one!
Blessed with Grace

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Are we ever truly thankful?

The other night I was up late channel surfing when I should of been sleeping, but I stumbled across The Diary of Anne Frank with Melissa Gilbert (ya know from Little House on the Prairie- she was in everything in the early 80s). I had read the book as a teen and watched a different version of the movie.
Even late at night while half asleep - God spoke to my heart.
For anyone not remembering, Anne was a young teen girl hiding in an attic with her parents and older sister to escape being captured by the Germans during WWII.

After 2.5 years, they were captured. At the end of the movie, Anne's father, the only one who escaped death was speaking with the man who had helped to hide them, about the demise of his beloved wife and daughters. When the father spoke of Anne, he said it took a long time, but he found a woman who was in the concentration camp with Anne and she said, "Anne was so happy to be at the concentration camp, because she was able to be outside and no longer in the attic without fresh air and sun".

She was happy to be in the concentration camp!

During their hiding, they spoke about the camps- Anne knew what would happen to her, what happened there- the showers, the soldiers, the separation from your family....

But she remained thankful to be outside and able to enjoy God's goodness.

I could not get over this thought of Anne's.

I was struck with the chills and even wept at the thought of this young child not that older than my own, who would have such value on God's goodness.

I told the kids about it in an age appropriate way, surprised that my daughter already had an understanding about the Holocaust.

It has been in my mind daily, making trivial things just that, trivial. Not important.

Dear Lord,
I am not sure why the Holocaust had to happen, only knowing that bad things do happen and good can come from them. Please be with the survivors of this atrocity and let others learn from them.
Please help me to reflect on Anne's story, taking away with me the real meaning of thankfulness and not to complain, so I can walk this way in life, but more importantly in front of my children as an example to them.
Lord, allow my house to always be pleasing to you and let our actions speak your goodness.
Thank you for the freedom you lavish on us in the country and let us not waste it, but use it for your will.
In your name we pray,

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